My heart is like a rowing boat adrift
Whose occupant has fallen overboard
The empty vessel drifts through deep sea mist.
And in those pearl filled ears the deep sea roars.
Just as the boat drifts mapless,so do I.
My maps were drawn for quite another sea
My captain’s taken leave and now I cry
As if that drowned soul might just be me.
Yet on the sea bed mysteries abound;
Such wonders and such magic there displayed.
I wonder if it is my lot drown
And to a memory then quickly fade.
Maps are no more certainties than hints.
Between the lines hides gold from other mints.
Day: May 18, 2015
Intergossiping

Intergossips a curious word
Two parts Middle English,I read;.
Inter is between,
Is it Latin, I mean?
Intergossip’s a hybrid in thirds.
Gossip comes from God and sib in Middle English and used to mean a godparent.It did not then have a negative meaning.
Now the gossip in our little town
Makes one’s hair change from white into brown
For we gossip with love,
As in heaven above.
Soon we’ll gain fame and renown.
A bottle of stout
Now it don’t clean the floors
And won’t evermore.
Thus I domesticity flout.
I found coats and bags by the score.
but I cannnot go out any more.
So what shall I do
With the superfluous new?
I hate storing ghosts on the floor
I took all the dirt and perceived
That red rugs are an evil indeed.
So buy one in grey
It’s the in thing today.
And the visitors will be deceived

